Cephalic Carnage - Black Metal Sabbath lyrics
[Cephalic Carnage - Black Metal Sabbath lyrics]
Black gate of the mortal
Sabbath held in thy honor
Summon the anti-god is there nothing sacred
Is there nothing pure?
Cool winds are abound me
From this fire well breath
Embracing the myth
Everything I am to believe
Embracing the evil
Everything that surrounds who I am
Smoke will rise from the graves
Of our elders once slain
Crack the whip, night draws near
Darkness swallows me whole
Worship upon the dead
Praise all Harassathoth
Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise
Beelzebub suck my balls
Beelzebub will suck my balls!
Corpses' rise from your tomb
Paint thy light unto dark
Is there nothing sacred?
Sexual urge for the dead
War, holy war
Infernal names invoke the storm
The end of man has come to pass
Goatwhore shall reign supreme!
Lust for the dead in the cold night
A chill grasps my breath
I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall
Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon
Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre
Of unholiness in my mind
Abaudahdine is honored to behold
Black metal sabbath!
Shootin' up to get my rush
This time I think I'll take too much
Barely breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I could move
And put myself in the ground
Take a pill get all low, high again you jones
Twisting convulsing, overdosing
Skin turns pale writhing in sweat
Moribund death comes for you
Slicing your wrist as you die
You now want to live
Sabbath held in thy honor
Summon the anti-god is there nothing sacred
Is there nothing pure?
Cool winds are abound me
From this fire well breath
Embracing the myth
Everything I am to believe
Embracing the evil
Everything that surrounds who I am
Smoke will rise from the graves
Of our elders once slain
Crack the whip, night draws near
Darkness swallows me whole
Worship upon the dead
Praise all Harassathoth
Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise
Beelzebub suck my balls
Beelzebub will suck my balls!
Corpses' rise from your tomb
Paint thy light unto dark
Is there nothing sacred?
Sexual urge for the dead
War, holy war
Infernal names invoke the storm
The end of man has come to pass
Goatwhore shall reign supreme!
Lust for the dead in the cold night
A chill grasps my breath
I hold onto nothing, for this I shall fall
Smoke a bowl, read thy necronomicon
Balls of fire, erupt from the pyre
Of unholiness in my mind
Abaudahdine is honored to behold
Black metal sabbath!
Shootin' up to get my rush
This time I think I'll take too much
Barely breathing, profusely bleeding
I'd get my gun, if I could move
And put myself in the ground
Take a pill get all low, high again you jones
Twisting convulsing, overdosing
Skin turns pale writhing in sweat
Moribund death comes for you
Slicing your wrist as you die
You now want to live